Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Namibia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pole. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
Visage,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
L. Decosne,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.